| Once upon a time you dressed so fine
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| You threw the bums a dime in your prime,
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| didn’t you?
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| People’d call, say «Beware doll, you’re
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| bound to fall»
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| You thought they were all kiddin’you
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| You used to laugh about
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| Everybody that was hangin’out
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| Now you don´t walk so proud
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| Now you don’t talk so loud
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| Now you don’t seem so proud
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| About having to be scrounging for your
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| next meal
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| How does it feel
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| How does it feel
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| To be without a home
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| Like a complete unknown
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| Like a rolling stone?
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| You’ve gone to the finest school all right,
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| Miss Lonely
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| But you know you only used to get juiced
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| in it And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
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| And now you find out you’re gonna have
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| to get used to it You said you’d never compromise
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| With the mystery tramp, but now you
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| realize
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| He’s not selling any alibis
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| As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
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| And ask him do you want to make a deal?
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| How does it feel
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| How does it feel
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| To be on your own
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| With no direction home
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| Like a complete unknown
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| Like a rolling stone?
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| You never turned around to see the frowns
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| on the jugglers and the downs
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| When they all come down and did tricks |